Touch

Chapter 3

Cedric checked his watch the time was now 10:09pm Harry was late, humming to himself he continued  to draw the outline of Harry's face. He heard footsteps and heavy breathing coming his way - yep that's harry. Harry ran as fast as he could he was so late at last he made it on time.

"CEDRIC ARE YOU HERE?"

"OVER HERE!"

Harry shyly walked up to Cedric.

"I'm here, so what's up?"

"What's up he says" Cedric scoffed.

Cedric finished his drawing he tore off the page of parchment and handed it to harry " you, that's what's up?" he whispered harry blushed at the incredible drawing of himself.

"Cedric..."

"I- I - I can't get out the words about how I feel about you, so I draw instead"

Harry's gaze met Cedric's , leaning in Cedric lightly brushed against Harry's  the action made him drop the drawing he kissed Cedric back. He felt himself give in to his fantasies but then he membered that he shouldn't be doing this with a seventh year . Cedric's hand drifted lower and lower past Harry's forbidden territory, causing him to pull away from the kiss "what's wrong?" he asked gently "we shouldn't be doing this" harry said.

"Why not?"

"I'm a fourth year and you're a seventh year, and not to mention your dad will be pissed off at you"

"Fuck him, I don't care what he says He's a foul git and a lowlife"   Cedric huffed annoyed the two of them stood there in complete silence, not saying a single word. All of a sudden  a spark blew and they kissed savagely, tearing at each other's clothes, lips smashing together, tongue's fighting for dominance. They pulled apart again and breathed heavily Cedric pulled Harry's shirt over his head then helped him with his jeans, along with his own clothes as well now they stood there in their boxers.

Cedric backed harry into the corner finally he can now do what he wants to harry, then he noticed that his glasses were missing "where are your glasses?" he asked softly "I left them at the tent" Harry replied, tracing his fingertips along Harry's jaw and over his collarbone he let out a soft moan. Cedric's hands slid  lower and lower past his bellybutton, stopping at the hem of Harry's boxers. 

"Do you want it?"

"Yes, please I need you so fucking much" Harry panted wildly.

Cedric's hand slipped into Harry's boxers and moved his hand up and down slowly in a teasing way, grabbing his hand Cedric slipped Harry's hand around Cedric's length and mimicked his movements. "Oh, god" Harry moaned "Fuck" Cedric growled by the sound of booing from up above the Irish team must've scored a goal "What team do you go for?" Harry asked "really? harry you want to talk about quidditch when I'm about to make you cum" Cedric said.

Harry shyly averted his gaze away from Cedric's and finally he sighed "the Bulgarians" his thumb circled his leaking tip. 

"Cedric, I'm about to-"

"So am I" he whimpered 

They both trusted their hips  guiding their hands over their dicks, Cedric felt his cum shoot out of him and onto Harry's hand, lifting his hand out of Cedric's boxers he lifted his cum soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked.

"Fuck, Harry"